#im very mentally ill

[xr0tt3nxfl3shx]

TW:VOMIT/PILLS/DISTURBING IMAGERY/OVERDOSE THEMES

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Argos nooo!1!1 Thats too many p1lls 💊💊💊 (ignore me im crazy)

[gummy-sharks666]

when ur obsessed with a more obscure character no one else cares ab as much so ur the only one flooding their tag hehe

[swag696942069]

Sometimes I'll read a fic for a fandom or ship I don't even like and just imagine it's the people in the fandoms I do like, and then when one of the people in the fic does something that doesn't match up with something the person I'm pretending they are would do, I go "Oh my god no! They would never!" And then pick someone else to pretend to be them

[whirlwindimagines]

Yes this was a very serious episode, but they way I screamed and had to pause when he took his shirt off llololol I hate myself 

[rans-baby]

how they comfort you on a bad day

a/n: the mental illness is really coming for me, I'm manifesting asks so please come through

tw // anxiety, depression

KAKUCHO:

he immediately knows when you're having a bad day because you become unresponsive

physical touch is his love language so he'll swaddle you in a blanket and just let you lay in his lap

strong emphasis on silent comfort, neither of you necessarily need words to understand each other

if you start crying, he won't say anything - he'll just be there to listen but won't take action unless you explicitly ask for help

he knows that you also get nervous that you're too much for him and will reassure you

"my love is unconditional, and if/when you're ready to talk you know I'm here for you baby"

KOKONOI:

knows that you like to be spoiled when you're down and doesn't mind spending money to make you feel better, but will make you deal with your feelings eventually

he spent way too long avoiding his feelings and he refuses to let you go down that route

after spending the day shopping together, he'll sit you down and help you work through your feelings

"princess I know it's going to hurt for now, but having feelings just makes you human"

RINDOU:

he knows your anxiety can get a hold of you occasionally so he'll help you forget

he'll cook or buy you your favorite meals

makes sure to make you feel loved through acts of service

he knows your room can get messy so he'll also clean for you, making sure that everything is just the way you like it

you'll go on cute dates, maybe a walk in the park, or maybe just a ride on his bike - he'll make the decisions for you though because he knows you can get anxious about decision making too

"I'll make sure to love the parts that you hate about yourself extra to make up for it, it's you and me always"

[bunn-iiii]

does anybody else have Koko bot in their dms but are to scared to use it or am I just really mentally ill

[boospeaks]

all your faith, all your rage, all your pain it aint over now. and i'm not talking about forgiveness

if you even care

[gentleman-pyrate]

making a sonic screwdriver rn, its a very tough process but we're getting there!

next step - adding a second layer of clay to the top

[obdong]

Girls help ims cared to color this

[kaustic]

i needed george to be in florida like 3 weeks ago because the constant stream of content that I got used to when the world was shut down gave me attachment issues and a need to be entertained at all times

[mold-ridden-heart]

I’m two fucking seconds away from literally kermitting sewer slide

Anyways, here’s a pretty picture I took!

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[cobrex]

Perhaps we should talk about Palestine? 🇵🇸

Oof okay.

Palestine is being occupied. They're experiencing an active genocide. I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on the situation but when it comes down to it, you don't need to be an expert to know that razing Gaza to ash with the people in it is morally wrong and should stop.

THAT BEING SAID, framing this as a moral failing on my part for not making a statement, or that I need to be gently reminded about it, is moral grandstanding at worst and just bizarre at best.

I post about my political opinions fairly often, including support for Palestine, so I don't know why anyone would perceive my "this is us" frog tagged posts to my partners as the spot for nuanced discussion on the occupation of Palestine. But this is not a space devoted to discussing political opinion; this is just a personal blog of a 30yo. This is mostly a place to be myself outside of the pressures of the world.

There are better ways to have this discussion without the anonymous ask and presupposed assumption of negligence.

[dryya-doesnt]

Father-daughter dance ‼️‼️

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

[stripeyworm]

your manic pixie dream girl and nightmare bad boy all in one I love binggeyuan sooo much. If I'm MIA, it's because I've fallen into quite the rabbit hole lately and going into hibernation!!